Lin Shiyu turned around when she heard the voice behind her. It was Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his entire demeanor screaming power and affluence. His hands were shoved into his trouser pockets, looking at her with arrogance.
Seeing it was him, Lin Shiyu did not speak and turned back to look at the hawthorn tree.
Fu Qinglun's face turned gloomy. How dare she ignore him!
In fact, she had been ignoring him for a very long time.
Ever since that incident had happened between him and Lu Qi'er, she had ignored him. She did not want to talk to him and did not even bother to look him in the eye.
She was extremely cold.
Fu Qinglun came forward to Lin Shiyu. He looked at the hawthorn tree and was slightly jealous. Wasn't he more handsome than some useless hawthorn tree? Why wouldn't she even look at him?
